Springfield daily republic. [volume] (Springfield, O. [Ohio]) 1887-1888, 1887-05-04

0 grown SinCe YOU ana went nuttlnR.
''Oh, the beautiful, beautiful country
> Kate, this noisome city atmosphere is kal-
ing me. | know that if l could get out
into the country that l could get well, y
says Philips faint, longing voice.
let US 20 and find a place, Philip.
Get up, letty.' and in another five min
utcs Philip II being bowled carefully along
the avenue shat leads out upon the coun-
try rnads. But at sharp turn In the
( road a horseman dashes across their path
and reins in powerful animal directly in
front Of the astonished pony, stoppugs it
1 outright So s
'Katef' almost shrieked the horsemau
ooh, what has happened, Rupert" =" cries
[ poor little Kate
What has happened, indeed? | find
/ You driving about with strange gentle
man; that is ALL | must beg YOU To alight.
sir! says the demon in Rnpert's stead
rs Lucifer brings his muster To where
cloSe-beside Kate sits tau hanlSoine
youth. ''Alight, or | will drag you DOWN,
And then the key that Kate has hadbut
faint glimpse Of comes loainffig up its
ugly shape and the small hands OF Rn-
pert's bride take il prisoner
stay where YOU are, Philip COM
mands Kate. coolly laying one glsSed hand
upon the coat sleeve next her
Philip" shrieks the demon: and rs
the name comes through the shut teeth
the sick had. with q low moan, faints
away.
'1ou have killed him, Rupert" cries
Kate: and st. JerInyn. seeing the drawn
lines about the sensitive mouth. the duh.
half closed eyes and livid cheek lying
against Hates shoulder, believes her. and,
with cry Of horror, he puts spurs 10 Lu-
Cifef and is gone--with no Thought OF the
little bride or how she may get home with
Philip. Bun she does get home TO the
boys mother, who comes with anxious
eyes to receive the fainting invalid: and
Philip will not tell when after while
the-eyes nnclose and ne finds Kate beside
him, how the st. JeI1myn jeaiously has
done il all
Ii is within week Of ST. Jermyn's
birthday, and Kate is busy at work max
ing lounging coat for her contrite hero.
Many little quick snatches under table
and bed does the poor coat .st as the mas
ter of the house IL heard approaching. and
flush will insist upon talling complete
possession of her sweet face, while the tell
tale eyes strive bravely 10 hide their
knowledge of any secret. But the demon
does not let these little signs escape his
great green eyes, and, though ST. Jermyn
tries his best 10 choke the beast, il will
rear its baleful face whenever light foot
fall is heard in the boudoir and the locked
door is slow to open.
At last it happens that he springs
lightly on the staircase and tries the door
of his wife's room. Ii is locked. In
mediately there is the sound Of a retreat
ing football, window is raised and |
lowered. light laugh rings in his ears
and little red faced Kate meekly opens
the door.
1t woul seem that my presence causes
you good deal Of annoyance-is my
coming here.an intrusion.' and the brows ]
lower orninously-
NO indeed, love; but is this your faith |
in mes,
81 heard this window opened-ha, |
what IS that''' There lies, alack, coat /
IA mans eoat-in tumbled heap upon l
the steps without The great purple /
veins upon st. Jermyn's forehead swell in /
his jealous fury; the fists clinch the mus
cles of his throat grow like iron and in his
madness the brain loses its reasoning
power. Before the awful storm that fol |
lows, Kate ,loes not falter, and when at |
last his rage has worn itself out and the
poor unfortunate can listen. TO her, Kate
tells him of it all, calmly and gently
Mater St Jermyn proposes when the i
brthright Of her son hath come in its /
sable, star dotted mantle TO surprise him
with - masquerade. But Kate has been
told of her sclerne, aud, thinking this an
excellent opportunity for arousing the
demon and killing it, our heroine whets
her knife and braces herself for the fray
The boudoir door is ajar where St. Jer-
myn is about 10 enter. IL is evening. The
lights We're lit above the big dressing
glass which stands opposite the door, and
between these two low japanese screen
is placed. Rupert's eyes catch sight Of
very handsome, tail man, who stands be
fore the mirror, evidently lost in admira-
tion of his own charms, for he twirls his L
dark mustache rs he huns snatch of |
'Erminie" or stops to smile at some |
pleasant fancy. A high silk tile rests
upon his dark hair and his satin tie sug-
geSts the dude. In a shadowy corner by
the open crate the lounge is wheeled and
upon it reclines his wife, for St Jermyp's
eyes are not long in discovering the little
slippers of golden bronze lying just where
the familiar blue silk wrapper reaches the
ioor in shining folds. The man at the
mirror suddenly lowers the gas jet to
'ubdued glimmer and turns and faces St. |
termyn. In trice Rupert swings across
he room. knocks down the screen, collars
he object of his ire and proceeds to cane
MIN numerically with the light rattan
stick he has snatched from the strangers
hand.
"Forbearr' cries poor little Kate, as
he cane with one stronger thwack is
Droken across her shoulders. I'm Kate
oh, Rupert, I'm your wife-and is this,
hen, your faith in me? Rupert, farewell
I'm going back to the little home YOU 1
ook me from only a few short months
that my husband should be-be
be" and Kate sobs and chokes and
ears off the coat and hat and necktie-
ior the mustache had gone long enough
Iefore, and stands arrayed in the little
brown wrapper he knows SO we'll "tioO
- good by, Rupert-I'm going home''--
No, You are notify heavenr' and the
strong arms gather up the poor little ach-
ng body and carry Kate into the next
-oDm where The hroad divaH is waiting 70
'eceiSe her. There does the oDntrite man
>neel down beside his wife and pray to her
for forgiveness. .-...0
Anu hdit-ioollSH iHtit hatt-Wny. /
'he SMILES her pardon through her tears,
or she knows the demon is dead. And |
although St .Iermyn never guesses that
lis,wife has made a martyr Of herself for
lis sake, yet be calls her Saint Kate to
his day. -- O. K
And the 'dsanan is buried foreyer.-EvS
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